The bindings made themselves known as they caught him up short.
Wrists and ankles... nothing moved... except his hips. He could
wriggle his hips and—
"Ah, you're awake."
The amused voice from above and behind crawled up his spine and
made the back of his neck tingle. He ignored Mulder in favor of
tugging harder at the bonds.
"So glad you finally decided to join me, Krycek. I was about to
break out the smelling salts."
The ties held fast. He tilted his head to the right and left,
frantically trying to piece together what he could see, hear and
feel. Other sensations wormed their way through his fuzzy head,
and slowly coalesced to form a whole.
"I did go ahead and start without you. I couldn't resist. Getting
you in position was just too much of a temptation."
He was firmly tied ass-up over the back of an armchair. Two ties
wrapped around his wrists and disappeared over the front of the
chair, assumedly fastened to the front legs. His own red and blue
stripped tie held his right arm, while the dark blue pattern
Mulder had been wearing earlier secured his left. His legs were
spread and his ankles tied as well, likely to the chair's back
legs. He couldn't see if Mulder had used more neckwear there, or
if he'd gotten even more creative. His head hung over the seat of
the chair, staring down into ugly, worn green fabric. His Dep gel
couldn't hold up to sheer gravity and his hair hung down, the
longest locks brushing the chair seat. Most of his clothes were
still on—only his suitpants were partially undone and dragged
down along with his briefs to expose just his ass. He wriggled
again at the feeling of cool air on his skin, and groaned as the
pounding in his head intensified. He wondered vaguely how long
he'd been in this position. His face felt hot from the blood
settling in—
thwap
"YEOW!"
Long enough that these definitely weren't the first slaps, but not
long enough to get totally dizzy. He arched his back and found he
could lift his head enough to help alleviate the blood flow, but
then groaned as he realized arching in this manner forced his
pelvis more fully against the overstuffed back of the chair. The
heat settling in his groin didn't really need the encouragement.
Just being on display like this was causing enough embarrassing
interest from his cock.
"You sonuvabitch," he croaked, and received another sharp smack
for his trouble. With a moan he subsided, sagging in the ties,
letting the fat chair support his weight. Slowly his last memories
surfaced. "I can't believe you knocked me out."
Mulder's hand rested on his right ass cheek, and squeezed while he
spoke. "I would think that your current position would be rapidly
convincing you." thwap "Now then... I think you should
apologize."
Alex groaned inwardly. "What for??" He tried for just the right
balance of irritated bewilderment.
"You know. You're in no position to play dumb." Mulder's hand
caught him a hard blow to the underside of his cheeks, emphasizing
the point. "Now apologize."
"As if."
thwap
"JESUS, Mulder..."
"Apologize."
"Bite me."
THWAP
"YOW!"
"You're not helping yourself, Alex." Mulder's fingers pinched the
sore flesh of his left buttock firmly, then wandered between his
legs and fondled over the bunched fabric at the crotch of his
pants.
"Cut that out!"
"And what are you going to do if I don't?" Mulder taunted.
Alex struggled futilely against the ties, only succeeding in
rubbing himself against Mulder's seeking hand.
"I could go to Skinner. Have you up on charges..."
Mulder's guffaws bounced off the walls. "Sure thing, Alex. I can
see you going in to the old boy's office, telling him how you
ended up slung bareassed over a chair in my living room. Yeah, I'm
sure you'd be very eager to tell this story. Try again."
Alex snapped his mouth closed angrily, knowing he was bluffing
with transparent cards on that one. "You're a sick man, Mulder,"
he finally spat, trying to glare over his shoulder, peering
through the hair hanging in his eyes. "You get your kicks spanking
unconscious men?" he sneered.
Mulder just laughed again. "Yeah, as a matter of fact I do."
Suddenly, his hand pulled back and another hard slap made Alex
buck reflexively against the chair with a moan. "In fact, I want
you to stop tensing up so much. When you were unconscious, I loved
the way your ass quivered when I smacked you." Another sharp slap.
"You're so nicely filled out back here. Nice and round and full.
But now you're too tense. All your muscles are tight. I can't get
the same effect. Relax."
"RELAX?"
thwap
"OW!"
"Relax."
"Oh fuck... Mulder... you know what you're asking here?"
thwap
"FUCK!"
"Relax." thwap "I can do this all day, Alex."
"You bastard..."
thwap
"Oh yeah, that's better." thwap "Much better. I knew you could
do it, Alex."
Alex whimpered softly as he tried to keep his buttocks from
tensing. He could feel the quiver Mulder spoke of with each steady
smack. Why he was trying to obey he couldn't really pinpoint,
except the very position seemed to drag it out of him. Not to
mention the man himself...
"Now apologize." thwap
No fucking way. Alex caught his breath. "No fucking way."
THWAP
"OW!"
"Apoooolooogiiiiiize..."
Drawing a deep breath he snapped before he thought, "Give me a
break, Mulder. My ass can hold out longer than your hand can."
"I'm sure it can, Alex. Which is why when my hand gets tired I'll
switch to my belt."
"Nooooo..."
"Apologize." thwap
Silence. Except for a muffled whine.
Mulder's sigh wafted through the room to Alex's ears. "Fine. Be
that way." Alex heard the clink of a belt buckle being undone, the
scrape of the belt dragging through belt loops. He shifted
nervously against the chair.
crack
Alex jerked and screamed as the leather licked already sore flesh.
He arched against the chair helplessly as the strap came again and
again. Mulder paused lingeringly between each stroke, but never
the same amount of time. The leather surprised each time it
landed, then there was nothing as Mulder let the burn build, let
his arm rest so that each lash carried his full strength. He
brought the belt down over and over until Alex was limp over the
chair back, sobbing and writhing, ass on fire.
When he finally stopped and dropped the belt, Mulder reached out
and played his hands over the bright red flesh, rubbing the
inflamed cheeks roughly while Alex squirmed. "Now... apologize,"
he said in a satisfied voice.
"I'm sorry... oh fuck... I'm sorry I'm sorry..." Alex's voice
caught.
"I'm sorry what?"
"I'm sorry... sir?"
Mulder laughed. "Nice. Very nice... remember that for later. But
no, I was looking for more detail. What are you sorry about?"
"Muuuulderrr..."
thwap
thwap
Alex jerked and whimpered as Mulder's hands struck, first one
cheek, then the other. He twisted against the ties. "I'm sorry,"
he sobbed. "I'm sorry I—"
Interactive apology fic. Whaddaya think Alex did?
Alex's Apology
by Ratadder
Alex's first thought as he came to was that his ass hurt. His
buttocks felt burning hot, with that squirmy itch of a well-placed
slap. Within seconds, the reason became apparent as a stinging
spank sent sparks of pain through his tender cheeks. He jerked and
yelped at the spreading heat, tensing up instinctively.
